Thumbtacks

Thumbtacks

A Poem by Libby McKeown

I'm late again

for the acting class

I never signed up for

but they keep sending me

the bill

so here goes:

I'm not the lucid thinker

your mother is.

Pride is high heel shoes

worth the relief of kicking off.

What did my father think

stepping out for a smoke

under February stars

cold and clear?

Probably, oh s**t.

 

He bit my shoulder

marking me

with someone else's

secret originality.

He made me

something cold to drink,

lit my cigarrette;

we watched the Simpsons,

stars rained behind my lids,

I slept

and pleasantly dreamt

of Hell

and kimchi

and its smell of centuries

and moments I will never know.

 

Mullets are ridiculous

but I long for their freedom.

No! YOU kiss MY a*s!

Words written in the margin

can mean the most.

F**k your smugness, Simplicity.

Long nails on a man

mean he's a villain, duh!

At least I'm not the fat one.

There are no absolutes (giggle).

Truth has the least commercial breaks.

 

She is

taking each step with pride

and humility.

I agree;

it is a neat trick.


© 2010 Libby McKeown



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I think it has a lot of thoughts jammed into it that some parts look confusing. However, the acid tone add the right amount of flavor to your poem, thus giving it a strong impact.

Keep Writing. ^___^

Posted 1 Year Ago


looking forward to reading more of your words, always glad to find poets with your style and flair

Posted 3 Years Ago


Most definitely the best I've read of yours so far.
I am rather partial to jumping back and forth between subjects.
Fantastic.

Posted 3 Years Ago



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